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[Introduction]: Walk on the road paved with cobblestones. Walking in the fog is like going to death. I don’t know if the owner of this sentence really understands this sentence. If so, then I will be happy for him.

[Yesterday’s smile.].] Terrified to find that only nightmares can be repeated. No one knows what kind of desolate dream will be at the moment when they close their eyes and fall into the darkness. Fortunately, many people did not suffer from insomnia, but bravely continued to make their thoughts blurred and their lives short. I thought of it at night. Nights in boarding schools always make people uncomfortable. Especially that quilt, there is no desire to escape the noise. The light-out Bell always rings very early. Seeing the lights in the opposite accommodation building turn off one after another, the dormitory director will reluctantly let a little light disappear from our sight. I pulled the rough quilt up from my ankle, and my knees at 37 degrees Celsius touched a large piece of cold and curled up slightly. The ankles were blown out of consciousness by the wind. There were some sounds that were not noisy wandering back and forth between the eight beds, penetrating the darkness. The chill of winter is gradually melted by these smiles. We always walk into our dreams at the end of smiles. Those dreams become long and short with the long and short night. But. The night is always over. Dreams always come to an end. Dawn is always coming. I always struggled to open my eyes. The first ray of light that came into my eyes was still the light, which hurt my eyes. Maybe it is the beginning of the day. Forget yesterday. It has not been baptized by today’s time. We dare not look at each other’s expressionless faces. The sky outside the window was still dark, which made people not believe that yesterday had passed forever. And I will never come back. [I can’t see it.].] Fog surprisingly large. Too big to see the direction of progress. Many people looked at the white silk fog around them with surprise. I smiled. Others said I laughed helplessly. Fog. My thoughts drifted up. First day fog. When I opened the bedroom door, I was looking down at the dilapidated shoelace dragging on the ground. Suddenly I felt a lot of people crowded past me excitedly. I raised my head dissatisfie. Suddenly found. Ah. This. It seems to be called fog. I stood there blankly, at a loss. I don’t know why. Next day fog. I stay in bed. I heard some noise in the bathroom through a wall when I was still covered with hair. After finishing the clothes, I went out. First, I saw a large number of people lying on the windowsill. Then I saw the fog. The third big fog. My body woke up at five o’clock in the morning. There is always a strange feeling. It seems that this is called The Sixth Sense. I subconsciously went to see the dormitory of Building B. But I found that I couldn’t see anything. Oh. Was such a. Many people are laughing in these three days. In the canteen, dormitory, or classroom. There are often such a group of people who are ruthlessly conferred the title of children by me, although some of them have already thrown away the red scarves. They will discuss loudly whether it is today’s fog or yesterday’s fog. Person A said today. Some B said that yesterday, the hour hand and minute hand of the bell tower could be seen yesterday, but today they can’t be seen. Or to be poetic, ah, this is really a fairyland like heaven! I heard a very light, very light, like talking to myself in the corner. But I still heard it. Walking in the fog is like going to death. I froze. He tried his best to find the owner of the sound, but his eyes were blocked by fog. Walking on the road paved with cobblestones. Walking in the fog is like going to death. I don’t know if the owner of this sentence really understands this sentence. If so, then I will be happy for him. Maybe he was quiet and thought he was lonely. In fact, those who laughed crazily were more lonely than him. The fog has fascinated their eyes. Never disperse.

[Editor in charge: Man Tree]]

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